"Prepare for the end, Dib!" a voice speared itself through the window in Dib's room. "I've got a plan that you can't possibly foil! It's so great, I'll…"

"Can it, Zim!" Dib leaned out his window, glaring down at the disguised Irken aiming Gir in a slingshot at the boy. "It's Thanksgiving and I promised Gaz I wouldn't fight with you."

"HA! You're just afraid of your defeat! Fool!" Zim shouted.

"Dib," Gaz called from downstairs. "You better not be fighting with Zim."

"Don't worry, Gaz!" Dib gulped in fear. "He was just leaving."

"Zim is not leaving until you have met your horrible DOOM!"

"Dib." Gaz growled.

"Look, Zim. It's Thanksgiving! A time when many humans celebrate everything they're thankful for," Dib tried to reason with the alien. "Can't you just go home and, I don't know, study human behaviors or something. I gotta go!"

With that, he slammed the window shut.

Zim growled. How dare that Earth monkey ignore him so! But this "Thanksgiving" intrigued him. Perhaps it was a weakness. YES! While the human was…doing whatever they do for this thing, Zim would unleash his doom! How sweet the doom would be, all doom-like in its doomyness.

A car honked behind the little alien, jarring him from his little fantasy. "Hey, kid. Get off the driveway. Don't wanna run you over!"

Zim scrambled away at the "threat" before turning around. "AHHH!"

A tall, blue-eyed, brown-zigzag haired man stepped out of the car. He chuckled. "What? Never seen an adult before?"

"You are a relative of the Dib-beast!" Zim shouted, pointing dramatically.

"What gave it away? The hair?"

"AHH!"

"Well, nice meeting you?" the man knocked on the door to the Membrane household.

Gaz swung it open, looked up at the man then yelled into the house. "Dib! Uncle Jack is here!"

Zim, still gapping and pointing, watched Dib dash to the door.

"Hey, Dib! Is that your friend?" Jack pointed to the alien.

"Zim! I told you to go away!" Dib shook his fist at him.

"Gir! The Dib has kin! This is bad! Very bad! Quickly, to the base!" Gir saluted and they ran down the street.

"You're friend seems a little odd," noted Dib's uncle.

"He's not my friend," Dib sighed. "Whatever. Let's just go to Grandma's."

Dib spent the rest of the day hanging out with family while Zim spent the rest of the day plotting Dib's doom. A pretty good day for both.

I thought it would be funny if Dib had relatives and Zim found out. Happy Thanksgiving, guys!